22 ottobre 2006

Saul Williams, Wine.

The new wine is dying on the vinehow much must you age before you're ageless?align yourself with the divineallow your inner sage to burn your rage less'cause I find you're testaments of timethere is no space for time within your mindif your looking for yourself, yourself you'll findthrough the crystal of your spirit you'll inherit the divineyou are God, you best believedon't waste your time down on your kneesit's everybody for themselvesyou have the fire and the crossdon't save your soul it's sour losscollective soul, collective well

Now do you know how I feel tonight?Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?See how I shine I'm a star, yeahNow do you know who you are, yeah?

I'm that atonement sonthat's like a bible and gunpea-cocked and ready aimin' steady as a ray of the sunmy ammunition, intuition, full eclipse of my lungson, you could never guess what planet I'm frommy emcee name is my birth name, my first namealias is all of us, soul of us, the fall of usto surely come when we deny itloudest nigga gets quietprison of pieces of riotsell your soul if you wanna, but that don't mean I'mma buy itsee I've been conscious of your nonsensethey imprints have been quietand I ain't gonna lie itbe to hard to deny itI ain't from your block and never had to deal with your shitnever had a glock never kept it real with no bitand when I saw a nigga like you, son I practically hit'cause you did what you did and I wasn't the kiddon't give a fuck now, I be the first one to playa hatethe eye of the needle set the record straightand I retire late, retire late, retaliate, retaliateand I be fishin' on that same star you be wishin' onmake you move son, you know the mission's onso never question who I am, God knowsand I know God personallyin fact he lets me call him mein fact he lets me call him me

I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moonI know the cloudforms of love by heartand have brought tears to the eye of a stormand my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banksand i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakesshadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with dayssoliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rayswe put language in zoos to observe caged thoughtand tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellectand motherfuckers think these are metaphorsi speak what I seeall words and worlds are metaphors of memy life was authored by the moonfootprints written in soilthe fountain pen of martian mennovelling human toiland yes, the soil speaks highly of mebut earth seeds root me poet-treenow, maybe i'm too serioustoo little here to matterthough i'm riddled with the reason of the suni stand up comets with the audience of lungsthis body of laughter is it with me or at me?hue more or less though gender's muteand the punch line has this lifeline at it's rooti'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute